Date: Thu, 25 Mar 2010 13:16:32 +0000 From: Tom Subject: Brief Encounters Chapter 51 Brief Encounters - the ever continuing saga... eekkk! First the mandatory warnings and disclaimers - basically don't read this if the naughty sexual exploits of young teenage schoolboys do not appeal. The characters depicted are fictional and not intentionally based upon any one person... although, if you do suddenly find yourself in the middle of the story just think how lucky you are! This is ostensibly a work of fiction, albeit with a few memories from my own school days plus some of the many invariably unspoken fantasies which I and my "best friends" would only ever rarely admit or allude to when we were at that very special, trusting and certainly innocent age. Today, it's very hard to imagine what it was like without the internet to immediately help conjure up fantasies based on images, webcams, stories or chat. Our sex lives were entirely dependant upon a very fervent imagination and thus being able to create our own fantasies usually based on friends and what we saw happening beneath the desk or in the changing rooms! I make no excuses for the fact that underwear features prominently in this story, because quite frankly it did, it was a very visible and tangible connection between us and our ever developing fascination with sex! It's important to remember that other than the very rare sexual extrovert, we never dared mention the subject because we were just too embarrassed and nobody understood what was happening to us anyway! You might call it a story about the age of discovery - usually in bed - or if you shared a bedroom with a brother, then discovery would be in the bathroom! Do note, at the time of writing the story itself is not finished and for better or worse, it has now turned into a work of some length but I will regularly post updates and there are more than enough pages written to keep it going! Nifty require a text file so if the formatting or punctuation go slightly up the creek you now know why! And, also during the writing for various reason I have had to change character names, so I hope for continuity they are now correct! Finally, I hope you enjoy it and please, please do let me have any comments or suggestions and for some of you I it might even jog a memory or two, three if you are lucky... I would be intrigued to learn! Tom email: amias09@fastmail.fm *************************************************************************************************** Sorry about the irregularity of these last few posts but of late I have been away a lot and have to do other things as well, sadly they take precedent over writing! However, please do keep checking in as the story will proceed and it will end! Comments etc as per usual accepted with interest. *************************************************************************************************** Chapter 51 – If you go down to the woods today... "Hey, why've you had a bath." "Fuck off!" "But, it' ain't Sunday night, it's Sunday morning." "Oh fuck off, will you!" "You been at it in the bath?" "Will you, fuck off!" "I heard yer bed was squeaking, you must have made a right mess if you've had to have a bath this morning." "Give it a fuckin' rest!" Art grinned. Despite only just having wanked in the bath whilst pushing the soap up his bum, he felt cock starting to swell under the damp green towel. "Anyway, I'll bet you got a hard on listening to it squeaking though, didn't you?" "Might have." Simon wrinkled his face and looked at the floor. "So why've you had a bath now then?" "Well, like you said, I made a mess last night. That all right?" replied Art firmly. He certainly didn't want to admit the reason why he had had the bath was because of Nigel's comments and the fact that lax personal hygiene could well affect his scheme for the coming afternoon. "OK, well don't get iffy." "Anyway, I `spect if you hadn't wanked yer fuckin' cock to pieces the last week you'd been doing it as well." "Probably." Simon blushed. Despite the brothers having masturbated together it was still proving a little difficult to admit to his nocturnal habits. "Tell you wot," said Art suddenly grinning and looking down at Simon's shorts, "if you can leave it alone this week and let it get really better like, I reckon we could do it again next weekend." Simon's face lit up, "Together? Could we?" "Yer, course. Well, but, but only if you promise to leave it alone till next Saturday." Art grabbed at the towel which was in danger of falling down, his firm erection was now obvious. "See kiddo, you gotta be full of cum. I mean a whole fuckin' weeks worth of spunk and then I might just, well.. well.." "Wot? You might wot?" interrupted Simon excitedly. The thought that he could attain the impossible and manage to abstain for a whole week never even crossed his mind! "Well, we'd have to find somewhere quiet and if you'd been really fuckin' good all week, well I might.." Smiling as only he could, he glanced down to see the very tangible effect on Simon's shorts. Simon was waiting his mouth agape. "You'd wot?" "I might, but only might.. I might wanna suck you off! You know." Art reached over and rubbed his hand over the front of Simon's blue shorts, he was hard there was no doubt. "You gotta leave this alone mind, I want a full load! You promise, no wanking till Saturday then?" "Yes.. yes! I promise." Simon nodded vigorously. "You will? Really, you'll suck me willie! You ain't kidding me?" "No, I ain't. It's wot I just fuckin' said you fuckin' tit. And I don't want to taste no fuckin' Germolene either! Now just fuck off and don't tell Mum I've had a bath or she'll start asking questions why. No wanking, right?" "Well I can't, `cause me cocks still hurts don't it!" "Just as fuckin' well, `cause I want that whole weeks worth of spunk. You got it?" Leaving the excited Simon standing on the landing clutching his shorts Art breathed a sigh of relief and retreated behind his bedroom door, wedging the school bag he dropped the towel allowing his erection to instantly twang upwards. The idea to suck off his brother was a masterstroke, which he hoped could well lead to something a little more intimate, particularly if the forthcoming afternoon went well and he enjoyed being invaded by Ian. Seeing what a randy younger brother Simon was rapidly turning into then surely it wouldn't take much too persuasion to get him to take Ian's place and besides, he had a smaller cock so it was less likely to hurt! Pleased with his plan, he returned to thinking about the previous evening and if he could turn fantasy into reality. Inspired by the afternoon session with Nigel, Art had excelled himself and it was no wonder Simon heard the bed creaking! Inventive as ever, Art had violently humped his pillow pretending it was Nigel's bum whilst simultaneously fucking his own bum with the infamous skipping rope handle envisaging that it was Ian pounding relentlessly away! That Sunday afternoon was promising to be very special as Art, Nigel and Ian had arranged to meet at Nigel's shed on the allotment. The afternoons immediate priority was to carry out some work as part of the grand retaliatory scheme to get even with Tom, Alex, Simon et al who had stolen the underwear from the changing room previous week. Ian had been conscripted not just for his delicious sexual attributes, he also had the practical expertise and necessary tools to carry out the work Art had planned. Art though, following his very successful coupling with Nigel had typically devised a subplot in which Ian was to become the third part of the boy sandwich, with Art himself as the tasty filling! His express intention was to lose his anal virginity and as much as he would have liked Nigel to have taken it, he was very apprehensive as to size of Nigel's equipment! Unknown to Ian, he had been chosen by Art to be given the honour and had to be put in a position where he couldn't refuse. Invidious even! Hence Art who had correctly surmised that Ian would be put off unless he were to be clean both inside and out, was pushed into taking an early bath. Nigel had had yet to be told, but that in Art's view was a mere formality! Unaware of Art's plan, the previous evening Ian had tried to ignore his feelings of guilt for seducing Kevin had virtually wanked himself to sleep. Taking the blue briefs to bed with him was a mistake as he experienced a vivid dream in which he was probed by Kevin and all his young friends in turn! Awaking with a painfully hard erection he discovered that he had been masturbating in his sleep as the sticky pyjamas and sheets confirmed! Finding himself rather shocked at the depth of his attraction for Kevin, he quickly made the bed hoping his mother wouldn't get to see the evidence. The next step was of course to get dressed and with the erection poking out from under his pyjama jacket he turned to the chest of drawers to find some clean underwear, only to find there were none! With the delay caused by the broken washing machine he had run out of clean clothes. Briefs though were going to be an absolute necessity lest his cock start poking out of the leg of shorts! Still confused by his emotions and Kevin, he sat on the edge of the bed to think things through knowing that he had to arrive at a rational solution before his mother decided it was time to chivvy him up. Staring at the chest of drawers he suddenly smiled, that was the answer! The previous days briefs which he had so thoroughly infused with seminal fluid were still hidden behind it, getting up he felt behind and pulled them out. Slowly unfolding them, they appeared distinctly stiff and yellow in places with the unmistakable smell of cum, as the inner part of the pouch was still damp! Even if he had to avoid getting too close to people, wearing them would be a small price to pay as compared to having no underpants at all, pulling them up he sniffed as he looked round for his shorts. Only when he was dressed and going downstairs for breakfast did he remember that in the afternoon he was due to meet Art and Nigel at the shed in the allotments. Doubtless, if Art was involved then some form of sexual activity would be taking place particularly once he smelt the briefs! That afternoon could also be the opportunity to admit to the interlude with Kevin, somehow he wanted to tell somebody and Nigel had always seemed to be very understanding and sensible. Unsurprisingly, Art wasn't the only one to be fantasising about what could be happening that coming afternoon. Two younger boys wearing white shorts pushed their bikes into the bushes, padlocked them and set off to where they thought the likeliest spot the meeting was going to take place. "We much too early?" "Dunno, we'll have to wait and see. What time was they meeting?" "Uumm, let me think. But, it's better to not be seen getting here anyway innit?" "Yeah." Barry looked at his watch. "It's just gone two, wot was it you said, was it gonna be about half past?" "Yer. That's right." Robbie pushed himself between to large bushes. "Hey, this looks like a good spot, I reckon it's gotta be about here somewhere `cause there's that sorta small clearing over there, remember?" "Yer. I `spose at least we can see 'em arrive and then follow 'em if this is wrong. Does Brian know you've come here?" "No.. no, he thinks I've gone round you're house." "You wore yer shorts then?" Robbie smiled as he touched Barry's bottom. "Hhmm...well you said you were, didn't you?" "Bend over, let's me guess what yer wearing!" Obligingly Barry did as he was asked as Robbie let his hands run all over the taut white material, the outline of Barry's bikini briefs were very obvious. "Stand up, I gotta check the front as well." said Robbie squeezing himself before reaching over to press on the growing tent in Barry's shorts. "Well?" asked Barry grinning, he put a hand on top of Robbie's and pressed them both firmly onto his cock. "You got them small white ones on." said Robbie, "Same as yer coloured ones, but white." "Yeah, right. You bend over now, let's have a look at you." "You know wot I got on, `cause it's all I got!" said Robbie as he bent over, "I'd love some coloured ones." "I know it's all you got, but I likes yer ass!" said Barry giggling as he ran his fingers all around the elastic standing proud of the thin shorts, Robbie grinned in anticipation of what he hoped was to follow. With Barry and Robbie totally engrossed in the exploration each others shorts they missed Martin moving stealthily around in the bushes on the other side of the small clearing. Apprehensive was probably the best description of his mood, he had purposely arrived early to see how many other boys turned up and would then pretend to arrive late. Certainly the anticipation of the what could happen had him very excited sexually, mentally though he was still worried about the age difference between him and the younger boys he was due to meet. Despite Tom and Alex's reassurances that he would be accepted by their friends and everything would be alright he was not entirely convinced and felt rather silly dressed in the white shorts. It appeared that everyone thought it a good idea to get there early since well before two thirty it looked to Martin as though everybody had arrived. His earlier reservations were beginning to evaporate when he took stock of the collection of bums in white shorts and what could be hidden inside. Staring at the boys his cock distinctly lurched when he focused on Alex and saw the darker outline of his briefs through the thin white shorts. "Who's here then?" asked Tom looking around. "We all here yet?" "Yeah, all of us you twit!" said Alex. "Look we got you, me, Brian, Jimmy, Dave, Joe and then there's Martin when he gets here." "He's that small one from Art's class isn't he?" said Joe. "He was with 'em when they caught us on playing field, wasn't he?" "I think he's all right, I liked him, he weren't no bigger than us." added Brian, "Hey, you seen his willie yet then Alex?" "Uumm.. not sure." replied Alex sounding rather vague. "Well," cut in Tom, "if he ain't much bigger than us, it can't be that big, can it?" "Might be." Brian sounded very hopeful. "You sure you ain't seen it Alex?" "Err.." "Hmm.. bet you have!" said Joe grinning. "Wonder wot pants he wears? Alex?" Alex blushed. "You dirty fucker Alex!" said Joe. "I hope we won't have wait long to find out!" said Jimmy scratching his shorts. "Be a laugh if it was him who got picked wouldn't it!" "Tom, so how we gonna pick somebody then?" asked David. "You ain't told us yet." Hidden behind the bushes, Martin pulled his T-shirt out and down over the front of his tenting shorts. Bolstered by the positive comments he was becoming more excited at the prospect of being groped by so many small hands. Steeling himself to make an entrance he looked around and was about to step forward when he thought he saw some movement in the bushes on the opposite side of the small clearing. Thinking himself mistaken he looked again at the dense foliage and decided it was ridiculous as there couldn't possibly be anybody hiding so close to the boys in the centre of the small clearing. "Hey, where's Simon then?" suddenly asked Brian, "He wouldn't miss a chance like this to get a finger up somebody's ass would he?" "Simon, no.. he can't get here." Tom didn't want to say too much as Brian and Jimmy weren't aware of the full details of his medical predicament. "No, he can't. He's got other things to do or I'm not sure if his dad would let him out or something." "Shame, `cause yer right, he'd have loved to have fingered us all!" said Jimmy grinning. "And you reckon we can do what we want with that Martin then, I mean like he's one of us?" "I hope so." said Alex glancing round at the display of white shorts. "Now come on Tom you ain't told us how we gonna decide who gets picked on? Before he could reply all heads turned as the bushes rustled and Martin emerged trying to appear as nonchalant as he could. "Hello." Smiling, but feeling distinctly self conscious on being surrounded by the younger boys he sensed he was being mentally undressed by several pairs of eyes. "Oh good, yer here." Tom smiled. "We was just talking about you." "Wot!" he looked startled "Uumm.. talking about me? Why?" "Yeah, we thought it was you, `cause you'd seen us on the playing field." said Joe. "Tom said you was all right." "Hey and Jimmy want's to see yer willie!" said Brian before dissolving into giggles. "You got a helmet?" asked Jimmy who seemed quite serious! "And Joe wants to see yer pants, he's got a thing about pants!" added Brian. "They ain't white pants. You look." said Dave quietly to Joe after staring at Martin's tightly packed shorts for a few seconds. At first Martin blushed, then throwing caution to the wind decided to totally immerse himself in the game play. "Well you'll have to wait and see won't you." "I'm sure we will!" Tom clapped him on the shoulder. "We knew you'd join in." Outwardly Martin was smiling, inwardly he felt a shiver running through him as Tom's hand made contact. Would the afternoon would be more or less of an ordeal than he had envisaged? "Never mind holding on to him." said David, who being a little more astute thought there might be more to it than met the eye. "Come on Tom, tell us who it's going to be it!" "Well I don't know do I, that's the fun of it! Now shut up and listen, this is how it works." said Tom holding up a hand for silence. "First, we all gotta agree that one of us is gonna be stripped and played with like, but that we won't hurt him or anything. Yeah?" "Yeah, yeah." said Joe excitedly. Brian took a sharp intake of breath, to have it spelled out like that made it all the more exciting. "Good. Get on with it!" called out Alex, who already had one hand down the front of his shorts. "Yeah. Tom, stop saying good and just fuckin' well get on with it!" said David. "It's like being in school!" "Look!" cried Brian pointing to Alex with his hand down his shorts. "Bloody Alex can't wait he's at it already!" "He'll go blind!" said Jimmy. "For fucks sake shut up!" Tom was trying not to laugh. "Now, it was hard trying to think how to pick somebody so.." "Yeah! So?" called out Jimmy. "I'm telling you that fuckin' Alex won't be able to see us if you don't hurry up!" "Fuck off hairy hands!" replied Alex which reduced them all to laughter. "Now please, shut up!" cried Tom and paused as they quietened down. He looked at the expectant faces, the bulging shorts and then smiled when he realised they were all there on account of his fertile mind. "Well see, wot I first thought of was that we were gonna have a piss together!" "Wot!" said Alex. "Have a fuckin' piss!" "No, just a piss!" added Joe. "You going nuts?" asked David. "For fucks sake shut up!" said Tom trying not to laugh. "Yes... I thought we'd all have a piss starting when I said so and the last one to finish was to be the lucky sod who was gonna get done!" "Oh fuck!" said Brian. "But `spose you can't piss.. I mean.. you can't always piss when you want to, can you?" "Ah, Brian you got it." said Tom. "See that's where it all sorta wouldn't work innit?" "Oh, yeah I `spose so." said Alex. "So?" "Wow! That would have been fun though wouldn't it?" said Joe. "Just standing here watching Jimmy's cock and waiting for him to pee.. cor, we'll all have hard ons!" "We fuckin' got 'em now you pratt!" said Alex looking round and then starting to giggle again. "Well, I liked that idea," said Brian, "It's all about watching and that, like when yer in the bog trying to see what the other kids willie is like." "You nawty boy!" said David in mock surprise. "You look at willies in the bog?" "Course I do!" Brian grinned, "And don't think I ain't seen you doing it as well!" "Piss off!" "Anyway, so I had to think of something else." said Tom. "Yeah and.." said Jimmy excitedly. "And here it is." replied Tom clutching what appeared to be some bits of torn up paper. "Yes, uumm.." said Alex looking in disbelief. "That it?" "This is much fairer," said Tom ignoring Alex, " well, `cause we all take one of these and the one with the cross on it is the lucky boy." "Fuckin' hell," said Joe, "and you worked that out all by yerself." "Shut up. I ain't finished." said Tom trying not to laugh. "Now listen, see I don't think it'll be fair if whoever gets chosen is just groped by us." "I'd be happy!" said Jimmy which started another bout of laughter. "Oh, fuckin' hell, shut up or we'll never get started at all." said Tom trying to continue. "So.. so, I reckon whoever is chosen ought to have the chance to grope us as well.." "Go on.. go on!" cried Brian excitedly. "This is good!" "Yer, I mean, fairs fair innit?" said Tom. "So.. so, before he gets done we'll blindfold him and let him wank us or feel us up all in turn through our shorts, he can't take 'em down! But, he has to have a guess at wot pants we got on!" "Fuckin' brilliant!" exclaimed Alex. "Yer, I've thought about this," continued Tom, "so he's only gonna get a minute for each of us, that'll make it fair then, won't it?" "And if he guesses right about the pants?" "Uumm... dunno.. I ain't thought of that." said Tom "Wot about.." interrupted David, "He gets to take 'em home for a night to do what he wants in 'em!" "Oh yeah!" said Brian to nods of approval all round. Despite having said nothing, Martin still feeling rather self-conscious, had been avidly studying the array of shorts and was becoming incredibly excited at the thought of being touched up though his shorts by a younger boy. Knowing that he was already leaking precum and that it wouldn't take much to make him ejaculate he felt he ought to ask one important question. "So in this first bit then, wot if whoever it is blindfolded manages to get whoever it is having his pants checked to uumm... cum or something?" "Sounds like you will!" said Alex giggling. Martin blushed. Desperately wanting to start wanking right there and then, he tensed his leg muscles. "Good point. I ain't thought of that." said Tom. "Hey, I got it... yer... Well... uumm, if that does happen, then they can join the other one who won the draw and be groped by the rest of us!" "Right, well wot the fuck we waiting for?" exclaimed Brian. "Come on Tom, let's do the fuckin' draw and see who it is." ************************************************************************** Chap 52 to follow..